Chez Moi

P and his love of the hyperbole

This morn, P was given his usual mug of hot chocolate. Only, it was a few degrees hotter than normal, when it is more ‘warm chocolate’ than hot. He took one look at the wisps of steam coming from the mug and plonked it to the side. After due prodding, he deigned to touch it about 5 minutes later and withdrew his hand in a hurry.

“P, what’s the matter?”, says I.

“It’s the hot chocolate. You’ve made it too hot. It is hotter than even the sun!”

Right.

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On biting into a really ripe strawberry: “hmm, this is just like tasting wine!”"Really? How do you know what wine tastes like?” (lest you all think I slug some down his gullet each night!)

“Well, like strawberry wine”, clarifies he, as if that helps!

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During our weekly Tesco shop:

P kept  touching  one thing after another, with the statement, “ooh let’s take this one” or “can we buy this one pleaassseee?”  and after the fifth such suggestion, his tired dad  snapped:

“Let mummy choose, P, after all she’s the one who’s going to cook.”

Pat came the reply: “well, I’M the one who’s going to eat!”